Chapter 1089 My Tom

Chapter 1089 My Tom...

Voldemort shook his head, "I don't want to say anything to you anymore, Harry Potter. I don't believe in that so-called prophecy anymore. Yes, you have to compare your mind and destiny to know."

"Then it seems that fate is with me." Harry sneered, and stretched out his left hand that was placed behind his back. In his palm, a phantom of a beating heart bloomed like magma.

The villain died from talking too much, but Voldemort really talked too much...

This sentence was Anton's ridicule when chatting in the hut. People who said it casually, but those who listened firmly remembered it.

And taking advantage of Voldemort's talk, Harry finally successfully cast this extremely complicated 'Magic of Hatred'.

He will not be shaken by Voldemort's words, because Anton once complained to him-everyone has a position, you think from the standpoint of others, not from your own standpoint, then you are not brain-dead or brain-dead... …

"What is this?" Voldemort suddenly felt a terrible breath being pinched in Harry's palm. Inside, there were traces of the magic of Lily's love, traces of Harry's flesh and blood, and it was so mysteriously related to him. kind of association.

"My heart," Harry said softly, "my everything."

What burned like magma in his heart was the most precious love in his heart, the most beautiful emotion in his miserable childhood, which he gave up so resolutely and painfully.

Boom~

The phantom of the heart exploded suddenly, and the magma-like radiant slurry exploded, turning into the most dazzling bright flower.

All of this seemed to be a rehearsal, countless streamers gathered and turned into endless darkness that enveloped Voldemort.

In an instant, Voldemort seemed to be floating in the empty space, and he could only see a flower floating from Harry's hand.

Then, Harry also disappeared before his eyes, and all he could perceive was himself and the flower.

Terrible magic power surged, love and hate intertwined, bursting out joy and sorrow that touched the soul.

The blood-stained flower slowly floated towards him.

As he approached, his body also began to spread a terrifying magma-like light.

It was as if something was being ignited deep in his soul.

The most frightening thing was that he could clearly feel the burning of his body at this moment, but he couldn't feel his own body at all.

He couldn't feel his mouth, couldn't say the spell.

He couldn't feel his hands, couldn't wave his wand.

He can't even feel his own emotions.

Only the two emotions of 'love' and 'hate' are crazily intertwined in his body, and even if he just wants to use any of these two emotions to cast magic, it will trigger this burning accelerate.

--No!

--No!

——What kind of magic is this!

The world of wizards is sometimes so mysterious. Horcruxes, which are so terrifying and may subvert everything, are recorded in a certain corner of the restricted area of ​​the school library, and no one has even cared about them for hundreds of years.

Who knows where Harry got this terrifying magic comparable to a Horcrux.

Of course, death is not scary.

Voldemort has Horcruxes, so what if he dies a few times.

The only problem is that he actually took Bella with him this time, if Bella was also killed by this terrible magic...

Voldemort instantly thought of the worst possible situation.

As he began to change his approach and chose to accommodate wizards and even Muggles, he won a respite and successfully grasped the magical world of America in his hands. As a result, he also had a conflict of interest with those pure-blood family members in his past.

Even because he had predicted this a long time ago, he started planning early on to distance himself from these pure-blood families and let them incorporate themselves into the entire magic empire system he built.

But it also became eccentric.

Now, the one who is really eager to help him hold the resurrection ceremony is Bella.

Oh, I almost forgot, but also Barty Jr.

At this moment, he fully understood how important these two people were to him.

But the biggest problem is that he will not make Horcruxes for anyone but himself!

If Bella and Batty Jr. were to die, those so-called subordinates who hoped to come out and lead them, these guys with their own ulterior motives, might not know when the resurrection ceremony would have to wait.

The anger that this kind of plan was interrupted completely burned him, making him want to shout more and more - I don't want to die!

He heard his own cry.

The roar of his own body.

Voldemort instantly understood the situation of this magic. It seemed to target his own soul, separating himself from his body in a unique way.

It was even stripped extremely thoroughly, unlike the wandering spirit state where he could barely cast magic back then, but the purest ghost state.

"Owner!"

"Master, what's wrong with you!"

Bella's terrified scream was so ear-piercing that it was transmitted to her body and echoed faintly in this empty space.

Then, Voldemort suddenly felt a ray of light emerge from nothingness.

"Empathy!" Bella chanted the spell.

This is a spell used by ancient wizards for punishment. It can link the feelings of two criminals, allowing one to feel the pain of being tortured by the other, as well as the fear and pain of death.

This is used to pry open the opponent's mouth to get effective information.

The reason why this kind of black magic will not be used in the right way is that the soul of the subject will be greatly damaged, even if it is only to complete the initial link.

Bella's figure also appeared beside Voldemort.

As a member of empathy, she so clearly felt the emotions of love and hate that were constantly being ignited in Voldemort's body, and were crazily destroyed, turning into a magma-like scorching light.

"Ahhh..."

The burning inside was so painful that Bella let out a wailing sound when she touched it suddenly.

As the floating blood-colored flower approached, Bella's wailing became more terrifying, and soon her body was filled with lava-like light spots one after another.

--idiot!

--leave here!

—stop Harry!

Voldemort tried his best to make his body scream, and the voice echoed faintly in this empty space.

Bella just looked at Voldemort sadly, she knew that Harry had passed out after casting the spell.

This magic seems to have become irreversible.

"No!"

"don't want!"

Bella wailed in pain and let out a shrill scream.

As if she suddenly thought of something, she looked at how she was rolling in nothingness, and at the translucent Voldemort being fixed in place, and slowly looked at the blood-colored flower that floated over.

"Owner……"

Bella opened her mouth, pale and bleeding from pain, mustered all the strength in her body, and said hoarsely, "Tom, my Tom..."

She glanced at Voldemort obsessively, with a sad smile on her face, "I love you."

As she said that, she turned around slowly and reached out to grab the floating flower.

--No!

--What are you doing!

Voldemort's cry didn't stop Bella, as her skinny hand, which had been imprisoned in Azkaban prison for more than ten years, gently grasped the blood-colored flower, her whole body suddenly turned into magma.

Bella turned her head back struggling, her eyes were full of regret, sadness, and nostalgia...

Boom~

The flowers exploded and turned into a flash of fireworks.

It was Bella who exploded together.

Bellatrix Riddle. (surname of crown husband)

"No!~~~~~~"

Voldemort suddenly felt himself regain consciousness, his waving hands snapped and hugged Bella who had fallen.

At this moment, this woman who has been madly obsessed with herself since she was a child, no longer has that kind of light on her face, only the paleness that cannot go away.

It was so white that there was no trace of blood anymore.

Yes, the magic released by Harry Potter was so terrifying. With the death of Bella's soul, the blood in her body disappeared in an instant.

Holding her in her arms, she felt light and light, as if she would break apart at any moment.

"No!~~~~~~"

Voldemort was outraged, he raised his wand so frantically, aimed at the fainted Harry Potter on the ground, and with a desire to destroy that he had never felt in his life, he roared, "Avada Kedavra! "

The terrifying green magic light rushed towards Harry like plasma.

However, at this moment, a silver doe rushed out from the other side of the street, turning into a shadow and covering Harry.

The radiance of the terrible Death Curse sank into the phantom of the doe, and completely dissipated.

Deep in the street, Severus Snape walked out slowly, staring quietly at Voldemort who was kneeling on the ground and holding Bella. This was the first time he saw the Dark Lord crying.

"then……"

Snape's voice was a little low, "I begged you so much to let Lily go, but you killed her in the end."

He looked a little sad, a little lost, staring at Voldemort's figure, "When I rushed to Godric's Hollow, I hugged her and cried like you did, but everything is irreparable."

Voldemort's expression turned cold, he just gently put Bella down, and stood up holding his wand, "No, you don't know how deep my understanding of magic is, Severus, just because you can't do anything doesn't mean I can't do anything."

"Really?" Snape looked at Voldemort indifferently. "Actually, the 'hate magic' that Harry used was originally researched by me to deal with you. Of course I know its effect."

What's more, resurrection is not a panacea. Whether it is Voldemort's ritual resurrection, the old wizard Fiennes' life resurrection, or various resurrections in the wizarding world, they all have their own harsh conditions.

Otherwise Snape would have thought of a way to resurrect Lily.

And what he has now is to save the person who died in front of him, and prevent the person who just died from entering the curtain, that's all.

When manpower is limited, no one can really do whatever they want.